Request - Isaac Lahey & Stiles Stilinski “It’s him or me”

You closed your eyes and for a moment you wished for a hole to sink in, for the floor under your feet to disappear, for the hallway to be too full with other people. You knew they demanded an explanation, an answer, clarity. You knew that you couldn’t keep on dating them both, telling them time after time that you didn’t know yet, that you needed time. Your time was up, officially up, they wanted to know who of them it would be, who would be your boyfriend and who would be left with nothing but a little piece of your heart. You honestly didn’t know how to pick, how to choose, how to decide. They were both in a way so different and in a way the same, choosing one of them meant losing the other. You knew that they would want to stay friends, that they would maybe even hope that something would go wrong between you and the boy you would choose, that maybe they still had a chance in the future. “I know, I know, I know…” You already started talking before Stiles and Isaac had the chance to say something, to ask something, to do something. “I have to choose, I know…” You sighed and stared at the two boys, the tall, handsome, sometimes shy and paranoid Isaac, the cute, smart and sometimes a little bit weird Stiles. Actually your heart had already chosen and you knew it. Every time you stared at Stiles your heart jumped, your pulse rushed and you stopped breathing. Although Isaac was amazing, he had never done that to you. “Isaac…” You whispered and stared at him, knowing that you had to tell him, had to set him free, had to let him go, no matter how much it would hurt. “I like you a lot, but…” You already saw on his face that he got the message already, that you didn’t even had to finish your sentence, that you didn’t even had to say the last words. The smile on his face disappeared, his eyes looked at his feet and the strong man changed into an insecure young boy, who’s heart had been broken. “I’m sorry…” You whispered softly and ignored for a moment the huge smile on Stiles face and the stupid comments he was probably swallowing. “It’s okay, I….I understand.” He turned around and for a moment you felt your heart breaking into a thousand small little pieces. You knew you had made the right choice, but seeing Isaac like this, seeming small, breakable and vulnerable, broke a little bit of your heart. You waited for him to be out of sight, turning towards Stiles, still standing there with a huge grin on his face. “You really picked me?” He seemed as if he still couldn’t believe it and you nodded, wrapping your arms around him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “I pick you, Stiles.” You smiled and he started to caress your hair, staring at you as if you were an angel, a miracle, a wonder. “You just made me the happiest guy on this entire planet.” He wrapped his arms around you and for a moment you just stood there, staring at eachother. “Can I kiss you now?” Stiles whispered, blushing as if he had been asking something inappropriate. “Yes, you can kiss me.” You smiled and pressed your lips on his before he could kiss you. You made the right choice, you just hoped that Isaac wouldn’t be too heart broken, at least not for too long.